She stood in the centre of the fungal trays and panels and brought the temperature out of the danger zone. Once everything was at the nominal temperature, she watched the techs working on the coolant system and decided to relieve her boredom. “May I help?” One of the techs looked at her with surprise. “You are helping by keeping the spore release from occurring.” “I mean with the technical aspects. I could help you deal with the short in the line.” “The short?” “The electrical panel has shorted out. It is common in greenhouses when there is an air-circulation issue.” She waved at the panels of fungus behind her. It was rather attractive, a hot pink and lavender mix. Lady had been briefed as she clambered into the suit. The spores would invade her lungs and transform into a slick gel that would suffocate her in minutes. They were nutritious in their fungal state and could grow anywhere, but the spore release was deadly dangerous and the batch on this level was ready to pop.
